Memories

I laid there in his arms crying, hoping he wouldn't wake up. After a year of not knowing anything or anyone but him, my memories had suddenly come rushing back. They flooded my mind and heart. I was overwhelmed with so many emotions. I had never loved another man as much as him and now i had to make the decision to let him go. Could I really go back to living the life I had before my accident, before the amnesia. My husband was willing to take me back for the sake of our children. He promised to try and forgive me for leaving him, for leaving our family that we had made together. I wondered what my love would do when his memory returned. Would he go back to his wife, to the life he knew before i was in it? What about the life that we had made together. I wondered if it really meant anything. Would he still love me after the love for his wife returned to his memory? Not that it mattered really. I had a husband and 2 children waiting halfway across the country for me to come home. I felt so guilty, so selfish. All I wanted was him, My Love, and to lay here in his arms forever. Hoping my memories of the life before him would just vanish as they had done before.


*sorry if any of my grammer sucks l0lz.